You instinctively reach out to grab and squeeze Cassie’s tits, which seem to have finally settled on their basketball size, shaking and jiggling wit... the added fat. It’s a welcomed touch, her one of her hands placed over yours and encouraging you to grope and squeeze to your heart’s content, rocking harder as a result. Her other hand wanders to her swelling belly, rubbing it as swells ever so slightly fully and rounder with your pre-cum. Your other hand rubs at it as well, feeling her grow more. You gasp, breathing faster. Sucking your clit, thighs tighten, and I keep going again. There is shudder. I pull back as legs grasp desperately to keep me there. The impending orgasm subsides. Then I thrust back in, burying my tongue deep in your pussy. Screams of pleasure resonate from the walls, clinking of handcuffs in the background. I tongue-fuck you until the inevitable happens, your thighs lock my head in place. Your juices gush into my mouth, I am suffocating in the folds of your pussy.. It's Friday, and with the work week over, Kay and her husband along with their photo loving friends Ed and Jan are at Marcus's house - the house where she and Marcus's wife Terri have had so much fun and where there has been so much sweat. It is the house which has that incredibly thick blue rug purchased from that fancy hotel. This is the rug where she and Terri have knelt and sucked so many cocks, the cocks of the handsome young men their husbands invited to the room with the rug. For they. Holy shit, I tried to play it cool. I was like so it appears you are naked... "can you see my hand?" she asked.She was rubbing herself, I was watching her masturbate in front of her window. We were both on end caps so only certain rooms faced the same way, but still. She asked if I was going to join her, she wanted to see me. I stripped down, and let her see me, I stroked it until I was rock hard, she was moaning and her body was writihing in the window. I told her I wanted to come over. .